Sunday, January 29, 2006

New Year, New Happenings.

This day was, like, the longest school day ever. Normally, Saturdays would last for 4 hours, max. RLE is the only subject on Saturdays and we always spend the whole morning only. But today was different, we had no professor -- we only had to finish the tallying of the survey tools from the community then create master tables for everyone to fill. I didn't expect it to last as long as it did. By lunchtime, everyone was almost done tallying their own surveys. At about 1:30 or so, A couple of our blockmates started constructing the tables with their new markers and 12-inch rulers on a roll of large, crispy brown paper. Hours later, more and more of our blockmates are starting to help out and I was already writing down, in pencil, our group's tallied results. Soon enough, people started to realize that the construction was taking such a long time; the original writers had their hands blackened with already-then re-filled markers and their 12-inch rulers that already had black sides, a handful of people not doing anything related to the schoolwork were getting bored and impatient. It was already 5 p.m.. We didn't finish an hour after that. As I come to think of it, we hadn't really achieved the necessary information inside the tables. But our professor let us go at 7 p.m. -- Not exactly the earliest and most pleasant time of departure from school, huh? After the longest minutes of squatting and standing amidst the discussionof all the wrong things we wrote in the master table and the chaos of me and my blockmates continuously fumbling on our own tally sheets and markers and walking the distance between my school and the nearest train station and standing in the cold, hard, shiny stairs of the mall where my shobe and I had to wait for our father to pick us up and standing in front of the bank in the ground floor of our building while desperately trying to listen to the endless speech of my father who wouldn't let us go, my feet were screaming in horrible agony about half an inch below my big toes (where the line of my doll shoes touches my feet). Now, I'm having a very difficult time walking in shoes or even in my flattest, most comfortable slippers so much that I have to walk around the house barefoot if I want to risk my health or wear socks. I prefer the latter. My feet are bruised where I told you it hurts. .:sob:.
But it's the Chinese New Year. Cheers -- Happy New Year to me. We ate Pansit and Lechon and drank Red Wine for Noche Buena. Great food but not the greatest drink I've had in my life. My mom gave us little card-like things that we had to keep in our purse for "safety." When I got hold of that I kissed it and kept it in my fluffy pink wallet only to find out that both my shobe and achi had done the same thing I did -- they kissed theirs, too, during different times. Apparently, those are the kinds of things I put more of my interest in to than listening to our mother telling us stories about her (ew, gross.) sex life, which, is so eerie.
I vowed to myself that this year is going to be MY year.. Though I have nothing even as much as the slightest idea how I would pull that off.

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